ISLA
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My head was pounding when I woke up. I was lying in a comfortable bed but it didn’t feel like mine. The sheets were black silk and the air was thick with a familiar scent. His familiar scent.
I was in Lorenzo’s room.
I sat up immediately, dragging the sheets to cover my bare chest, while my gaze traveled around, looking for my nightdress.
I found it on the nightstand, neatly folded, next to a jar of water and a pack of tablets. Specifically, the morning-after pill. The gesture felt cold and cynical, just like Lorenzo.
I caught sight of him through the door that led to his balcony with his back to me. He was wearing black dress pants. He was shirtless and his hair was damp as though he had taken a shower not too long ago. He was on his phone, giving commands, discussing shi
